Page 64 of A Baby for the Texas Cowboy
What if she could never give him more?
“Then I need to work harder,” he said, his breath warming her. “I’m all in, Tinsley. I’m committed to making us work.”
She swallowed the impulsive words that sprung into her mouth.
She wasn’t ready to promise him anything. She might never be. And Anders deserved so much better.
“Let’s get some rest,” he said into the fraught silence.
“I’m not tired,” she whispered.
“Me neither.”
“But you’re injured,” she reminded him.
“Baby, I am never, ever going to be that injured.”
“Really?” She reached out, and her hand brushed the tip of his erection that strained against his boxers. “Time to lose your newfound modesty.”
She scooted back down on her tummy, her face inches from his lap, and eased off his boxers and tossed them over her shoulder. She breathed warm air against his cock that jerked and strained toward her.
“That’s better.” She might not be able to give him her heart or her life, but she could give him this.
The sound he made when she sucked him deep with little prelude loosed an arrow of liquid heat straight between her thighs.
Tinsley worked him with her tongue and mouth and wiggled out of her tank and leggings fast, tossing them behind her also.
Anders moaned when she gently cupped his balls and massaged with one hand.
“I want to touch you,” he whispered, his voice dark and thick with longing.
“Later,” she murmured, and then humming with pleasure, she began to lick his length with the flat of her tongue and then engulf him with her mouth. His moans of pleasure and guttural encouragement only cranked up the heat between them.
“I want to be able to see you,” Anders said. “I love to watch you.”
Smiling, she reached out and flicked on a red and gold blown-glass night-light she’d bought on one of their trips. She loved the way the colors played over their bodies—light and shadow.
“You’re so beautiful.” He reached for her.
She shook her head. “This is your turn,” she said.
“Then come over here.”
“I thought you weren’t going to be so bossy.” She pushed his hard chest back against the pillow, and then straddled his powerful legs, remaining on her knees so that she was above him.
She continued to caress his engorged cock with one hand while sliding one finger along her slick folds. She whimpered as she stroked her clit, pretending Anders was touching her. She loved the way his fingers and mouth were so sure, but it was a total aphrodisiac to touch herself and him while he watched. He looked nearly drunk with pleasure. She felt drunk—better than any whiskey she ever poured or tasted, including Four Wolfs.
That statement would not cut it on any marketing brochure.
Smiling, she began to rock against her hand, speeding her movements a little, alternating flicking her finger against her clit and then stroking it. She used her own juice to rub on his tip and then followed with a leisurely lick.
“Want to taste?”
His hands white-knuckle gripping the sheets, he nodded.
Tinsley dipped one finger inside of herself and then pulled it out, stroked it over her lips and bent down to kiss him.
His mouth was hungry—moving over hers. One hand gripped her ass and pulled her more tightly to his body.
